My sister and I eagerly embarked on a camping trip, excited to set up our tent in the woods. However, our adventure quickly took a dark turn when we encountered a bald man in a blue shirt with his dog. At first, he appeared harmless, but a creeping sense of unease began to settle in.
“I took a photo of him out of instinct,” I later admitted, feeling something was wrong. As we continued exploring, we unexpectedly ran into him again near a lake. His overly curious questions about our plans made us nervous. We lied, saying we were meeting our father, and hastily left, choosing a concealed path.
